Chapter 7 #3
For that one blessed minute, all that existed was Quail and Seba, their bodies crashing together in insatiable lust as the one talked dirty and the other accepted it as if it were her God-granted right.
Nala wasn’t the type to clutch her pearls and run home.
Nor was she the type to run in and ask, “Can I join?”
However, she was the type to stand there, watch, and happily realize that her nipples were hard and her lingerie became wetter with each passing second.
She didn’t necessarily want Seba to do that to her – although the quick glimpse she got of her body told Nala that she wasn’t bad at all.
But Nala did want to be Quail for the briefest second.
She wanted to feel that detached from reality, where all that mattered was the escape of sex. It wasn’t like that with my ex.
This was a different plane of existence. This was sex.
“Let me come, Mistress!” Quail pleaded, her whole body riding back and forth as her Mistress claimed her. “Take me for yours!”
Seba grabbed her shoulders and shoved her down, Quail’s headband disappearing over the edge of the bed.
Her cries intensified, but with the bed muffling her, they sounded like the ecstatic tears of a woman being granted the keys to the universe.
Nala crossed her arms in front of her, afraid that her breasts would betray her propriety to the shadows enveloping her.
Before her, Seba dug her fingers into the pink flesh of Quail’s ass, asserting that she was the keeper of the woman beneath her.
Robin lifted her head, visage claimed with ecstasy even though no sounds fell from her open mouth.
In those precious few seconds, Nala gradually understood what was happening and felt her loins tingle in want.
“Shit…” The couple came to a halt, Quail collapsing against the bed while Seba shook out her hand.
Her bare chest glistened in sweat, her short hair a riotous mess of lust.
Nala had never seen anything like it. She didn’t even think she was capable of being wet enough to make someone look like that as Seba sank next to her lover, kisses caressing Quail’s shoulder and face.
Nala finally walked away, stumbling down the hall, hearing more sounds of revelry and seeing glimpses of sights before unseen.
Starling strung up in chains, taking a toy from her Mistress.
Robin straddled her partner in a chair, slowly disrobing her dress in an elaborate striptease.
The only room Nala couldn’t see directly into was Magpie and Jay’s.
By the time she made it to the main gallery, Varen was sitting alone on a couch while Xan entertained his lingerie-clad ladies with parlor tricks at the wet bar. For a man who claimed to love watching, he wasn’t doing much of it tonight.
“You all right?” Varen asked. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
That caught Xan’s attention, who turned from his female friends and grinned like an old fool. “Someone was looking, Ven. I know that kind of face anywhere.”
Disgust overcame Nala. She turned away as quickly as possible, hiding her arousal in the back of her hand.
Even Varen, who uncrossed her legs and stood from the couch, wasn’t allowed to come near her and see what had happened to Nala’s body.
What if she could see her nipples through her dress?
What if she could sense her arousal? Nala wasn’t afraid of her fake lover, but she was embarrassed and didn’t need Varen’s judgment. She didn’t need anyone’s judgment.
“I’m fine,” she said, struggling to get the words past her swollen throat. “Really.”
No, she wasn’t fine. She was far from this strange concept of fine.
If anything, she was quickly descending into an infinite loop of arousal and disgust – two things that she did not want to associate together.
Every time she allowed herself to feel a tinge of desire, she thought of Xan looking at her, leering at her, waiting for her to serve as expected.
I’m going through this for you, Tasha. She held on to that thought as Varen came to her, pressed fingers on her shoulder, and tenderly kissed her.
All an act, of course, yet Nala forgot again.
Forget the pain. Forget the disgust. Forget everything that made her come apart and quickly lose the pieces of herself.
If Varen recognized this in her, that was why she pulled Nala into a loose embrace and pretended to whisper sweet nothings into her ear. Nothings full of promise, of love… and sex.
Instead, she said, “You keep walking around like that, and we’ll both be in danger. Lie, Nala. Don’t start showing truths.”
Frigidity claimed her limbs. “We’ll both be in danger.” Danger from Xan Ravenwood… or danger from each other?
Nala noted the color in Varen’s cheeks. Surely, she felt the heat in Nala’s skin. She saw the look of lust in her eyes and smelled the pheromones that she couldn’t control.
Danger from her. Nala faced the nearest wall, unresponsive to Varen’s touch, even though she furiously pushed away images of her in Seba’s place, and herself in Quail’s. Varen Lake is a dangerous woman, after all.
She could not lose sight of her mission. Neither could Varen, she was sure. Maybe I’m the dangerous one.
No matter where she turned, danger lurked.
Entry 4
Tonight was our first return to The Aviary. There were a few missteps we did not account for. I will have a preliminary meeting with Nightingale next time.
Speaking of her, I may have crossed a line tonight. I kissed her to get it out of the way. I could have broached the subject better than I had, and now I must pay with guilt.
She is not the first woman I’ve kissed these past three years, but she is the first to make me feel… that old feeling I used to have. The moment I experienced it, I was guilty. I could not help it.
I tell myself that Nightingale is more passionate, more intense than those few other women I’ve kissed since…
there is nothing passive about Nightingale.
She is posing as my sub, but I can tell that she is more buck than a doe.
The more animalistic side of me says that she would be a challenge to tame and break.
I haven’t come across a woman like that in a very long time.
Even as I write this, I’m swamped with deplorable fantasies. Tonight, I saw her as more than my partner in this endeavor. She was more than a young woman who was more brash than brains. The dress she wore was almost too enticing.
I must steel myself. I cannot fall into temptation. Not now, possibly not ever. It would be wrong.